My loose translation: When we are far from our motherland, we never remember her winters. Distance erases the punishing winter, the defenseless masses, the barefoot children in the cold. Our artful memory only recalls green pastures, yellow flowers and red, the blue sky of the national anthem.

I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.from “Ulysses” – Lord Alfred Tennyson

I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.–Mark Twain

As the Spanish proverb says, “He who would bring home the wealth of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him,” so it is in travelling,—a man must carry knowledge with him if he would bring home knowledge.–from Life of Johnson by Samuel Johnson